Evening on the eurostar

I've often wondered what the ill felt like when they heard voices in their head that they couldn't shake off? I now have first hand experience of what this awful unfortunate condition must feel like.

It just wouldn't go away!!!!!!

In front of me I have 6 english women in their forties guzzling champers enough to feed a wedding party, and behind me, three english nattering girls, just like the aforementioned, only twenty years younger.

The result? A harassed baby who wouldn't stop crying everytime these pack of birds burst into uncontrollable multidecibal cackles, and carriage full of harassed looking travellers looking to relax on a friday evening but look as wound up as the packed central line on a monday morning.

The french couple next door are gossiping in low tones about our loud, crass neighbours. It is no wonder sometimes why the french women are so snotty about their english neighbours...damn badly behaved lah!!!!!

God help them, they've just started singing 'do you like virgins, yeah I so like virgins'. Ack! And one lady just shouted 'do you wanna see my knickers? Ou ma bra monsieur?'
Kill me now pleasem


I think my co rider is teetering on the edge of smacking their heads with his novel.

Not a good start to the weekend.

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